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"Oh. Nerdly." Rudy replies, voice brittle from the coughing. His tone emphasizes his not-so-affectionate nickname for the bird Noelle had known for years. He takes a sip from the glass of water.

Alphys is a new teacher; perhaps it's worth explaining how far back Berdly and his daughter go.  "Noelle... knew him since the 4th grade." He clears his throat. "Kid's ego's bigger than his own head! Let me tell ya -- him trying to be her 'White Knight' ain't far-fetched at all." He finishes the water in his cup. "But Noelle. You know. She's too timid to say she's annoyed by him. And... heh. Dunno if I should tell you much, but... let's just say she’s got eyes for somebody else."

Dear Mr Atticus, I am Ms Alphys, your son Berdly's teacher. I was wondering if I could schedule a Parent Teacher conference as soon as you are available. Your son it not in trouble, but I have been worried about his performance as of late and wanted to get your point of view. I hope to hear from you soon.

Atticus' brows creased slightly as he read over the text message, once, twice, three times... It was a relief that Berdly was not in trouble, and yet... his performance? Berdly never did anything but brag about his high grades, and as far as he knew, that situation had not changed... unless they'd started slipping and he was lying about them.

Was he struggling and trying to keep it hidden? That would explain finding his son passed out at his desk some nights, and just how tired the boy had been, if he was trying to churn out makeup work into the wee hours of the morning, and then staying up for school and then into his volunteer work... Angel, did his youngest son ever actually sleep?

He shook his head slightly and pushed those worries aside, reminding himself not to jump to conclusions until he'd actually spoken to Alphys. He pulled open the texting interface, and typed out a response, somewhat clumsy with his massive wings. Of course, he took the extra time to correct his mistakes, as always.

( I'm currently available most days after noon. Would you like me to come after school tomorrow? Also would you want Berdly to be available for the meeting too? )

Undyne touches the armrest of the chair before turning herself to take a seat. Sure, adjusting to seeing with only one eye at objects nearby has gotten easier over time -- focusing on the keys of the piano certainly helps -- but she isn’t ready to slip and land on her ass in front of the girl she likes!

@anonalphyusblog​ said:  The front door of the Hotel slowly opens as a strange orange face peeks in. She doesn't look like any demon in hell you have ever seen before. She slowly steps in looking around nervously. She was wearing a black turtleneck, a long white lab coat, and glasses.

Ooh, a fellow fan of Spelling Things Out with Periodic Table Elements. AND cute, too!

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